| Take it all nice and slow |
| Like those endless hot summers |
| Like nature returned to dust |
| We walk on polluted beaches |
| Feeling our bodies disintegrating, yeah |
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| It don't matter who you are |
| It don't matter what you say |
| Well, your fear and your frustration |
| Are like weapons in your hand |
| My baby, feel the rage |
| Your relationship's a lie |
| And the friction makes you scream |
| But you hold your love |
| Like a weapon in your hand |
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| Come down and disintegrate with me |
| We're cut down like the daisies, like the tall poppies |
| Come down and disintegrate with me |
| We're cut down like the daisies |
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| Take it all nice and slow |
| Like those endless hot summers |
| But you will never be blithe and careless |
| And your music will never be long and sweet and low |
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| But you hold your love like a weapon in your hand |
| You used to be alone but you're not alone, watching from the outside |
| Desolation as an art, hesitation as a creed |
| And you hold it all like a weapon in your hand |
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| Come down and disintegrate with me |
| We're cut down like the daisies, like the tall poppies |
| Come down and disintegrate with me |
| We're cut down like the daisies, we're free |
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| Come down and disintegrate with me |
| We're cut down like the daisies, oh, you'll learn to miss me |
| Come down and disintegrate with me |
| We're cut down like the daisies, we're free |
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